Sunday, August 28, 2016

Rob Schackne #60 - A True And Fitting Thing

A True And Fitting ThingI once hooked up with a contortionist Whack-o, she was an extended thirty-sixWith legs that almost reached her middleShe cuddled my days and bent my nightsEach small move bridged and stretched us overWe rolled from that one here to this one thereSo unbelievable the circus was moved to cheerMay to December, sure it was crazy as a bucketA little bit wonderful, sure it was way out of handAnd the old sea sighed while it thought for a whileAnd something in nature stirred, and then it stoppedA limb wobbled, a joint detached that shouldn’t haveThe birds went still, not one would leave their nestAnd a true and fitting thing was finally finishedThey say that to leave is only to run a littleThere was a quick rescheduling of itinerariesShe went away, later I gave up almost all her tricksWell, I doubt I shall ever care so much again.